Competing Invitations

With a thought, a phantom five-colored light rose from Lin Qingchen's palm.

There are no superfluous formalities; it's just a simple screen of light.

But even such a light barrier was instantly obliterated the dark blue airflow the moment Liu Qingfeng's staff, carrying the dark blue wind element, collided with it.

The wind element attached to the staff vanished instantly, as if its soul had been ripped away, and the staff itself darkened.

"Ah?"

Liu Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, but before he could react, Lin Qingchen gently swept the Great Five Elements Divine Light in his palm, washing away all the wind elements on Liu Qingfeng's body.

Then, the turquoise staff in Liu Qingfeng's hand cracked in the middle with a "crack," one half of the staff flew out and stuck into the stone wall next to the arena, while the other half was still held in his hand.

"What--"

Before Liu Qingfeng could finish speaking, Lin Qingchen's left hand clenched into a fist and slammed into his chest.

"Bang--"

Liu Qingfeng was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground and creating a crater nearly ten meters long.

"Cough cough--"

He coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, looked down at the remaining half of the stick in his hand, then looked up at Lin Qingchen. His lips moved, but he didn't say a word. Then his head lolled to the side and he fainted.

In the stands, Xue Qinghe suddenly stood up, looking at Lin Qingchen below with surprise and uncertainty.

This feeling...

Is his ability also capable of dissolving Soul Power?

She knew the effect of her Angel Domain: it could dissolve the opponent's Soul Power.

Lin Qingchen's performance just now was as if he had dissolved Liu Qingfeng's Soul Power.

Is it a domain?

She murmured to herself.

Of course, Lin Qingchen's Great Five Elements Divine Light was even more monstrous than he had imagined; it was not just about Soul Power, but also enough to dissolve any energy.

"Qinghe, what's wrong with you...?"

Ning Fengzhi looked at Xue Qinghe, who had suddenly stood up, and asked in confusion.

Xue Qinghe immediately realized he had lost his composure, quickly calmed himself down, and shook his head.

"It's nothing, teacher. I'm just surprised that the situation, which was a bit tense just now, changed so quickly. Lin Qingchen actually defeated Liu Qingfeng in one move."

"This..."

Ning Fengzhi didn't really notice either. After pondering for a moment, he turned his gaze to the silent figure behind him.

Behind Ning Fengzhi, an old man with a withered face was slowly sipping his tea.

Although he was sitting there, his physique was still astonishing, especially his skeleton, which looked like that of a small giant. He had very little flesh on his body and looked emaciated. He also had only a few sparse strands of hair on his head, making him look extremely ugly.

But despite being an old man who looked like he was on his deathbed, no one present dared to underestimate him.

Because he is one of the two guardian Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, a level 95 Titled Douluo, Bone Douluo Gu Rong.

Seeing Ning Fengzhi looking over, Gu Rong put down the teacup he was holding, his eyes darting around Lin Qingchen in the audience. Then, in his hoarse, dry voice, he said, "If I'm not mistaken, that was some kind of Self-Created Soul Skill. To be able to Self-Created Soul Skill at such a young age is not only a testament to his talent for cultivation, but also to his astonishing comprehension. I am truly ashamed of my own inferiority..."

Upon hearing this, a glint of surprise flashed in Ning Fengzhi's eyes.

I didn't expect Uncle Bone to have such a high opinion of Lin Qingchen, and...

He glanced at Lin Qingchen's handsome face and nodded inwardly.

It's a pity Rongrong didn't come today, otherwise I could have seen the two children...

He shook his head, his resolve to win over Lin Qingchen growing stronger.

Meanwhile, Prince Xue Xing's face grew increasingly dark as he watched the others praise Lin Qingchen.

Damn Xue Beng!

Meanwhile, on the other side...

The referee, staring at the sudden turn of events, was stunned for a full two seconds before reacting and quickly announcing, "Lin Qingchen wins!"

At the same time, several more people came over and carried Liu Qingfeng away.

Although Liu Qingfeng's injuries are not fatal, they could easily leave lasting damage if left untreated, so it's best to seek treatment as soon as possible.

Lin Qingchen withdrew his Martial Soul, shook his head as he looked at Liu Qingfeng being carried away, and sighed, "It's a pity that even if I used my full strength, you couldn't withstand it."

Looking at the multicolored light, Yu Tianheng clenched his fist. "It's that move..."

He felt increasingly frustrated, realizing he had been defeated before he could even get Lin Qingchen to use this move.

"The gap is still so big; it seems I'll have to work twice as hard from now on..."

While Yu Tianheng was wallowing in self-pity, Lin Qingchen returned to the waiting area. Ye Lingling immediately handed him a glass of water, which he accepted without hesitation and took a couple of sips.

Since he had already made up his mind, he wouldn't engage in any pointless back-and-forth.

Dugu Yan slipped down from the secluded stands in the distance, approached him with a grin, and said, "Little brother Qingchen, my grandpa just praised you."

Lin Qingchen smiled slightly, "Oh? What did Senior Poison Douluo praise me for?"

"Grandpa said you played very well; he couldn't compare to you at his age," Dugu Yan said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Lin Qingchen looked at Dugu Yan with some suspicion.

Would that old man Dugu Bo, really say something like that?

Dugu Yan blushed slightly as Lin Qingchen stared intently at her.

Actually, what her grandfather meant was, "This kid is doing quite well; he's got half of my skill from when I was young."

But she definitely wouldn't say that. Firstly, it wouldn't be respectful, and secondly, she genuinely felt that her grandfather probably wasn't as capable as Lin Qingchen when he was young.

(Dugu Bo: My little darling is letting in the cold; in the end, I wasted my time...)

Dugu Yan felt uncomfortable under his gaze and quickly said, "My grandfather rarely praises people. He thinks so highly of you; I've never even received such treatment myself."

Have to.

Upon hearing her words, Lin Qingchen instantly understood that Dugu Yan had probably not uttered a single word of truth, from the praise she had relayed to her words just now.

Could Dugu Bo's granddaughter have never praised Dugu Yan?

Nobody would believe it if I told them.

"Then please thank the senior for me."

"Why thank me? Just thank me in person when you come to my house for dinner tomorrow."

Lin Qingchen was taken aback. "When did I agree to have dinner at your house?"

"Qingchen, do you not want to go?" Dugu Yan immediately put on a pitiful expression.

"Um... but I promised Lingling I'd go to her house tomorrow."

Dugu Yan was also taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at Ye Lingling.

Ye Lingling lowered her head to drink water, the tips of her ears turning slightly red.

Dugu Yan squinted at her for two seconds, then said "Oh--".

"Lingling, you're quick!"

"Alright then, I won't bother you two anymore."

Dugu Yan left with a smile.